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Skyrim: Plaything	By : GE_The_Beast Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 21445 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lydia’s hammer never met Elayne’s face, as something impeded her. Elayne’s hand raised a ward, intercepting at least two spells. Eola summoned an ice atronach, whose long claw intercepted Lydia. A torrent of cracks ran along it’s arm, but it held against the warhammer. Lydia was so much stronger now. Elayne was worried that she might die if she got a solid hit in. To her surprise, a conjured dog familiar bowled over some of the vampires. It was summoned by Silus of all people.
Fura cut it down casually, with one sweep of her axe. Her yellow eyes were locked on Elayne, to the exclusion of all else. The other six vampires tried to edge past the frost atronach, and Eola threw twin fireballs into the group. Her atronach wasn’t going to last much longer. Elayne took a deep breath, and screamed as loud as she could. “Fus! Ro! Dah!” Lydia tried to brace herself, and Fura buried her axe in the stone of the steps. All but Fura slid down the stairs or were thrown into the trees at the base of the hill. Her throat was in pain, and the mountains around her echoed with the force of the shout.
The Dragon she had seen earlier replied, roaring as it came to meet her. Her ward had a moment’s respite, and got back to full strength. It didn’t seem to matter to Fura. Her strike was like a giant’s, snapping her ward in half and cutting deeply into her arm. The follow up pommel strike just sent Elayne sliding back. Eola tried to come in, but Fura smoothly side stepped into her blind spot, eyes focused on Eola’s knee. She had seen this move before, when Kodlak used it! Her sword flashed out, slicing up the leg of the vampire as she began to take out Eola’s leg.
It kept Eola on her feet, but the follow up couldn’t be so easily avoided. Eola’s armor was split open as an axe head struck her in the stomach. Eola rolled, coughing. Fura’s yellow eyes spared a glance towards Silus, before deciding he wasn’t a threat. “Surrender, Dragonborn. I can always just take one of your legs off.”
“Dragon!” Elayne warned. Eola and Silus ducked, able to see what Fura could not. Flames washed over the area, setting her and Fura afire. Burning hair and leather smelt terrible, but Elayne rolled through the snow to try to put herself out. Fura didn’t bother, keeping pace with her. Her hair was aflame, and her cloak had burned off. Elayne retreated, the vampire matching her step for step until the only area she had left to go were the shrine doors. Those were locked, of course. Using the last of her magicka, she summoned a flame atronach. Fura cut it down before it could finish forming, kicking the body away so it could explode at a distance.
Elayne narrowed her eyes. Spells wouldn’t work here. Her weapon was probably good enough to cut through her armor, but that exchange would not end well. Twin firebolts plowed into Fura’s side, Silus screaming a battle cry as he gave his all. “Save the Dragonborn!” Everyone could hear him, for what good it did. He raised his hands, preparing another round of the spells.
Lydia interrupted that effort, her nose bloodied as she leapt from the top of the stairs to the back of the altar. Silus’ robes did a poor effort of protecting him, and he went down screaming. Eola was up against more of the vampires, and still above their heads was a dragon. It’s breath washed over some of the vampires, but it was not enough to turn the tide. There were even wolves howling, somewhere nearby.
“Stalf!” Fura called, glancing around. “Did you summon wolves?”
“He’s still in the trees!” One of the other vampires barked. “This damned beast!” He was patting his arm, putting out the flames that were on it. One of the vampires turned to ash as he burned, turning out to just be a raised corpse. Some of these people were just thralls, then! Or perhaps risen vampires!
Fura ignored them, moving forward and swinging her weapon. Elayne backed up, her ass now touching the doors of the shrine. “Don’t worry about the dragon. We have what we came for.” She almost sang, having now deprived Elayne of any way out.
She had to eat those words, as the Dragon decided it was getting involved. It landed, its claws turning one of the vampires into paste and its tail whipping out to slam Eola. Finally, something hurt Fura. She glared balefully at her leg, clamped in the jaws of the Dragon. As if it were nothing but an inconvenience. Lydia came in, her warhammer bashing the dragon on the brow. It was a move they had practiced well. The Dragon let go of Fura, it’s brain rattled. “Look out!” She yelled. Hah! Warning a dragon. This was a new experience. Not that the creature appreciated it.
Fura slid underneath it’s neck, and then used Lydia’s leg to prop herself up onto its claw. Her ebony battleaxe flashed out three times, the entire body of the dragon staggered each time. The battle around them slowed as everyone watched that third strike, as Fura Bloodmouth killed the dragon. Her ebony axe was buried so deeply that it might have cut the entire head off. She grinned, revelling in the kill. Then she leaned forward, to taste the blood covering her axe.
Of course, that was when Elayne’s Dragonborn powers kicked in, and the blood and flesh of the creature burned away as she absorbed its soul. The pure scorn that Fura had for her could be felt, as she looked down at her clean axe. “You would deny me a Dragon’s blood?”
Elayne laughed, measuring her chances. Absorbing a Dragon soul always gave her a rush, and brought back her magic. Fura and Lydia were still here, along with two of their allies. Another had gone down at some point, hopefully to Eola. She didn’t see her princess of the reach around, since she got hit by that Dragon. “I’ll deny you everything. With every soul I take, I grow stronger.”
“I’ve broken every ally you have. Killed your pet beast. Do you really want to lose a limb?” Fura scoffed. Lydia was looking around, agreeing with the woman.
“Give up, Elayne. She’s too powerful even if you had the entire city guard at your back.” Her ex-housecarl warned. “You’ve never killed a Dragon in just three hits.”
She had not. “It doesn’t matter.” A new voice spoke. An old grandfatherly voice. Everyone turned, to see an old man in a cloak standing where one of the vampires had just been. His broken body looked to be cut down by a single strike. “The Companions have been hunting you as soon as you landed on the coast. You move fast, but we never break out oaths.”
“More meat for the slaughter.” Fura murmured. “Just one of you?”
“The entire Circle is here.” Kodlak whispered, his skyforge steel sword glowing with powerful enchantments. “I remember the last time we fought you.”
“I took your sweet Hestla Greymane.” Fura preened. “Carried her off and tortured her until she broke.”
Three more figures came up the stairs. Vilkas, Aela and Skjor of the Companions were here. All three of them looked downright murderous. “I no longer have the heart of a young man, to rise to such insults. For Ysgramor!”
Elayne tried to move forwards, but Lydia came to meet her. Out of habit from sparring with her, she swung her sword out to meet the Dwarven warhammer. She was rudely awakened, the greater vampiric strength shattering her weapon, but the dwarven metal looked strained. Elayne threw twin firebolts into Lydia, and the Nord screamed in pain. In return, Lydia swept her legs, knocking her to the ground and holding the pointed back of the warhammer to her neck. “Watch.” She said cruelly. “Fura is going to win.”
Skjor and Aela seemed to go after the other Vampires with their swords and bow. Vilkas drew his own Skyforge steel warhammer, it glowing with a strong fire enchantment. He and Fura exchanged their first blow, the heads of their weapons clanging with great force. Fura spun, faster than any human could go. Yet Vilkas saw it coming, glancing the weapon into the snow below him and hammering his elbow into her ribcage. Fura mule kicked Vilkas off of her, knocking him back only enough to let Kodlak step in. The grandfatherly master of the Companions looked like death itself, his weapon carving long slices into Fura as he kept close. He was fast, even in his old age.
Fura took the hits, and managed to hit the old man. Her axe bit through the skyforge steel of his armor with no trouble, cutting his side. Kodlak stepped back, as Vilkas got back into the fight. Fura was bleeding from at least one strike to her head, and her hair no longer looked perfect. With a scream, she parried a strike from the warhammer and stepped on its head. “You’re good, boy! But you cannot defeat me with such a measly weapon!” Fura brought her ebony battleaxe down, splitting the wooden hilt of Vilkas’ weapon. Her follow up strike carved into his chest. “You learned that the last time!”
Kodlak was back, his sword flashing out once again, and a shield in his hands. Bashing the vampire didn’t seem to help, just annoying her. “No secrets! Now, Companions!”
The light of the fires seemed darker for a moment, as Elayne’s earrings made noise. Something of Oblivion was happening. Vilkas and Aela clutched their chests, and Skjor threw down his weapon and growled. All of them grew, muscles rippling as they transformed into something else entirely. Kodlak also dropped his weapons, as the same transformation washed over him. Werewolves rose to challenge the now-shorter Vampires. Kodlak and Skjor looked older, touches of grey and white across their fur. Aela and Vilkas didn’t have the marks of age.
“Werewolves? You think that will be enough!” Fura swung her ebony weapon right at Kodlak. The werewolf caught the weapon in his teeth, to the shock of the vampire. More shocking, Elayne swore she could see some kind of magic going on. But under the teeth of the Harbinger, the ebony shattered. Fura was left weaponless against the approaching foes. “You broke my axe!”
Kodlak made a woofing laughter, approaching slowly. He would probably have some age old wisdom to say about that if he could. Aela and Skjor leapt upon the other vampires, and Vilkas swept in from the side, his claws cutting off much of Fura’s armor on her back. “Here!” Lydia yelled, tossing her the dwarven warhammer. Of course, being Lydia she had a backup weapon at Elayne’s throat to follow.
Now armed, Fura became a swirling force of chaos. Vilkas had his shoulder broken by the hammer, as the female vampire expertly wove around his claws. She was avoiding Kodlak, focusing on the younger werewolf. Bruises were showing through the fur, until Fura landed a massive strike to his jaw, knocking out the man. But in doing so, the dwarven warhammer gave up the ghost. The haft bent, the head no longer aligned. Kodlak woofed another laugh, as if daring her to try. She just chuckled. “Since we last met, I have not been idle. I am the executioner of the court of Lord Harkon. He would never accept a weakling in that position! His blood has blessed me, and I do this in his name.”
Fura was covered in some kind of transformation, as bats seemed to appear from shadows to fill in parts of her. The night seemed even darker for a moment, as Elayne’s earrings rang even louder. Whatever Fura was now, it had wings. Her claws were longer than any of the Companion’s, and as she raised her head, it was clear that she was even taller than the werewolves. Her features were monstrous, and great fangs came out of her mouth. “I told you.” Lydia whispered. “You stupid girl. Why didn’t you just surrender. Now that she’s transformed, she might just kill you out of spite.”
Kodlak barked some kind of orders, as Aela and Skjor started to move towards Lydia. Fura casually summoned a creature made of stone in between them, and her feet left the ground. The two beasts screamed, and began clawing one another. It wasn’t the refined battle that humanoids would have. It was bestial, with blood on both sides coming off in grout gouts. First one and then the other would carve, with barely any regard for their own defense. Aela and Skjor got into the battle, but it was clear that the vampiric powers were giving Fura back her health with every strike. Kodlak had no such benefit. The old man finally stepped back, growling as Fura hissed.
It was Aela that got the lucky strike in. Coming from behind, she tore apart Fura’s right arm. Hissing, Fura looked at the still capable warriors. When one was taking a strike, the other would come from the side. The battle was turning against her!
Fura screamed in frustration. She turned back towards Elayne, her form blurring as it broke into a thousand small bats. It reformed, Elayne screaming as the two clawed feet clamped down upon her shoulders. Some kind of levitation effect took hold of her, as well as Fura. Her wings flapped, and Fura leapt over the edge of the shrine. The werewolves snarled, unable to follow. The spindly wings held, gliding over the terrain and moving at a pace that no normal human would be able to match.
“Come on, you bitch.” Elayne yelled. She tried to reach for a weapon, but the claws dug in, her armor breaking under the pressure and the claws piercing her skin. Screaming at her own pain, she looked up. The moons were the only thing above them, and trees were flashing by at great speed. “Be the hero!” She whispered, mostly to herself. “Yol! Toor!” Claws dug in, but Elayne was ready for them. That second word was more of a scream than a shout, a wave of dragonfire striking Fura’s body with great force. Pieces of her broke off like flashes of power, until the transformation broke. Both women fell into a snowdrift, Elayne’s arms barely able to move and bleeding heavily.
Fura rose, one arm ruined and the other glowing with a drain life spell. “I will not be defeated by some hero. Not by you, and not by any champion!”
From behind her, another werewolf emerged. This one looked unhurt, and Elayne gasped. Fura grinned, not seeing. Well, until the entire maw of the werewolf closed down upon her and shook her like a dog would a rabbit. When Fura finally went still, Elayne slumped to the ground and used some of her magic to heal herself. The werewolf offered her his hand, claws turned away. Taking him by the wrist, as it was most certainly a male she stood up. “Thank you.” She rasped.
The werewolf woofed happily. She leaned against him, as they made their way back to the shrine. The broken body of Fura Bloodmouth he dragged in one hand, and any fears of this beastial creature were put off by the fact that they had just saved her. When she got to the top of the stairs, she could see everyone else in their human form once again. Lydia lay on the altar, chained down. Aela was the only one fully dressed. Everyone else was pulling armor on, except for a very naked and very armed Kodlak.
The last werewolf, the one with her tossed the body of Fura onto the floor. “My apologies for this, Lady Elayne.” Kodlak spoke up, sounding tired. “But I must ask you to keep what you saw tonight a secret. The difference between a noble band of warriors and a ragged band of assassins is as thin as a blade’s edge. We have our nobility, and our code as warriors. To our enemies and our clients. We are glad to have fought with you.” He grinned, unconcerned about his everything being exposed to the cold winds. “Lydia surrendered, and as per our oaths, we shall not kill her. She has committed no crime in any hold we can prove, but as your housecarl she owes you more than just her loyalty. She owes you her life.”
Lydia scowled, chained to the altar. The pieces of Mehrunes Razor were off to the side, gently organized. “I need a minute.” Elayne said, coughing gently. “Eola!” She yelled, voice hoarse. As she said that, she flushed at the sight of the last werewolf shifting back to into human form. It was Farkas, who shook his head and spat.
The dragon skeleton shifted, and a bloody and battered Eola stepped out of the mess. “Holy nord dicks.” Eola said, looking around. “We’re alive!”
That prompted rapid dressing from the Companions, especially Skjor for some reason. Elayne was going to be remembering this all later. Thankfully her injuries were keeping her from thinking too hard about it, and she caught herself licking her lips. Shaking her head, she stepped past the still smoking mark from Mehrunes Dagon and towards the pile of bodies that had been collected. Fura was wearing an enchanted armor, as were a couple of other vampires. She stripped the dead of any valuables, with the help of Eola. The Companions took a few weapons they found interesting, while Kodlak picked up the shattered axe of Fura Bloodmouth.
“She still had it.” The old man breathed in relief. From the shards, he drew forth a gleaming piece of ancient black metal. “A fragment of Wuuthrad.” The Companions seemed to react to this, even as Eola shrugged and kept working a gauntlet off of a ruined hand.
“What is that?” Elayne asked, standing on her heels and taking a look.
“A piece of Ysgramor’s weapon. He founded the Companions, but his axe was broken long ago. We most ardently hope to one day put it back together.” Kodlak sighed in relief, groaning as he pulled his cloak back over his shoulders. “That woman hit like a mammoth.”
Vilkas mumbled something, his entire face a bruised mess. It sounded something like ‘ow’. “I have some potions if anyone needs them.” Elayne offered, the Companions looking quite pleased to accept. Her stock was exhausted, and it was enough to help. But all of them were going to need some time recuperating. Before that could happen, they all came to the altar. Eola was grinning, looking down at her. “Lydia. I have questions for you.”
“My..” She started saying, before her yellow eyes shifted left, to look at anyone but her. “Elayne.” She coughed. “You defeated them. I too, have my honor as a warrior. I no longer can claim any other honorifics. They ensorcelled me, and I betrayed your trust. They turned me into a vampire. Poured blood down my throat, and then let me starve for days until I begged for mercy. I ate someone, and I couldn’t stop myself.” Lydia whispered, a tortured sound in her throat. “Fura laughed at me. Beat me time after time and threw me back into the cage. She was a monster.”
“More than two hundred years of skyrim’s dead now are at peace.” Kodlak whispered at that.
“Was this about the Daedra?” Elayne asked, looking at Lydia’s neck. Where the moonstone collar rested.
“Of course it was about the Daedra! You cavort with them like they are your friends! When you should be courting the Divines’ aid against their wayward child. I’ve never seen you go into the temple of Kynareth. In Solitude you won’t go near the temple there. You instead walk Oblivion, as if that will help you with this world’s problems!” She strained against the chains, which held. It looked like the Companions were prepared to take Lydia home no matter what condition she was in. “They took the Elder Scroll. They knew exactly what it was. They let me watch as Harkon rewarded Fura for it.”
“Tell me about him.” Elayne demanded, pressing her hands into Lydia’s arm.
“He’s terrifying. Worse than any dragon or general. He just looks at you, and every part of your body goes numb. As if the very blood in your veins freezes. He didn’t even speak with me directly. But it was enough. Oh, Elayne. He’s looking for another scroll. He has two Elder Scrolls, now. He apparently had one already, and needs one more for some kind of plan. Fura wouldn’t shut up about it.”
“Why did they want me?”
“They think you can help them find the last one. Someone named Serana has it.” Lydia shuddered. “You mentioned the name, to me. And I told them I had heard it before! They think you know where she is!”
Elayne also shuddered. “You’ve betrayed me more than you know. After Alduin, Harkon plans on threatening the world. I don’t know what he is planning, but I know it will be a threat.”
“He will never stop hunting you. Now that he has your scent, he will never stop.” Lydia whispered. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for cursing you, and making that deal with your damned book.”
“Lydia.” Elayne’s voice was not as strong as she wanted it to be. “Where is Harkon?”
“You stupid bitch, you’ll go right to him!” Lydia spat. “You said I’m no longer your housecarl. I still don’t want the world to end! So, I won’t tell you!” She coughed, something in her sounding weak. “I’ve given up too much to come crawling back to you.”
“Then what do you want, Lydia?” Elayne dared to ask. “You say you’ve given up much, and carried my burdens. You thought you were going to take Irileth’s place.” Lydia closed her eyes. That stung, to be reminded of that. “You could have been a Companion.”
“I don’t want to be a monster.” Lydia whispered, bloody tears running down her cheeks. “I don’t want to kill people. I hate you, Elayne. But I don’t want your pity.” The Nord lay her head back on the altar, the tear tracks running towards her ears. “I want a noble death. Send me to Sovngard.”
Kodlak cleared his throat. “It doesn’t work that way, Lydia. You contracted the disease of vampirism. It is something that touches the soul and the body. Your soul will never touch Sovngard. Just as anyone else touched by the Daedra are most likely going to those realms after they die. Your soul belongs to Molag Bal. No matter how you die, it will go there.”
Lydia’s mouth became a thin line. She sniffled. Elayne knew how important the Divines were to her. “Do you know of a cure?” Her voice sounded so very small.
“I would not lie to you, Sweet Lydia. I do not.” Kodlak explained. “But the Companions cannot take in members who are vampires. We have tried in the past, but Jorrvaskr has not been a good place to host such appetites or trauma.”
“Then end it, Elayne.” Lydia pleaded. “I betrayed you. At least I will have my honor restored if you do the deed.”
“Your remains will be interred with your forefathers in honor.” Kodlak promised. “I will insist, and Balgruuf will have no quarter. Is there anything else we can do for you?”
“You sang for me when I became a woman.” She whispered. “I want to go out with the sound of your voices.”
Elayne was forced to drink a remove disease potion, as well as Eola. Apparently vampires were nasty creatures. Neither of them wanted to share Lydia’s fate. Eola brought out the rusty mace from her bag, as the Companions began a somber song. The Nordic lilt to the song seemed to echo through the frozen hills, a promise of peace in death, and a promise of joy in the hereafter. “If her soul belongs to Molag Bal already, then he would be pleased if you used his mace to do the deed.” The Breton whispered.
Elayne felt nothing in her heart as she stood by the altar. The Companions were singing, and Lydia had her eyes closed. She gave her own prayer, to anything that was listening. “You deserved better. Sovngard would have been proud to have you.” She barely noticed the mace losing its rusty appearance and becoming a dark green daedric metal instead. She only cried, not even sure why. “I didn’t want this.” She said, once the deed was done. Once her friend was gone. “We were supposed to save the world together!”
The glowing mace of Molag Bal seemed to mock her. Eola and the others said nothing, as they all took Lydia’s remains from the shrine of Mehrunes Dagon. Through all of the destruction and death, the doors remained firmly shut. Somehow, that bothered her greatly. Silus’ remains were also gathered, to be taken back to Dawnstar. Kodlak loped along at her side, wincing from his own injuries.
“We will accept your potions as payment enough.” The old man whispered. “I am so sorry for your loss.”
“I couldn’t have won without your help.” She stared at him. “Will you still refuse to tell me where Harkon resides?”
“To my dying breath.” He promised. “I will not help you throw your life away. The world needs you. We all hurt right now, and making hasty decisions is what leads to wars and mourning mothers. If you are in the position of fighting those creatures in their home at an even advantage? I will help you. We Companions would be dishonored if you went to such a place without us at your back, do you understand?”
“I understand.” She said wistfully.
“We would fight Alduin with you, if we could.”
“Maybe werewolf claws would pierce his skin where normal weapons could not.” She smiled. “But right now the only thing that can hurt him are artifact weapons.” Like the one she just killed Lydia with. The thought filled her with disgust, which probably appeased the prince of domination. He loved schemes. “Do you know what a daughter of Coldharbour is?” She asked, carefully.
Kodlak winced. “I happen to.”
“Will you tell me?”
“Not until my dying breath.”
Elayne sighed deeply. “It matters, Kodlak.”
The old man ignored her, just whistling as the wind picked up.
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